"A Palmetto State of Mind"
Smiling faces and beautiful places
Warm breeze through palm trees
A place that I call home
Amicable weather blends with wide open spaces
Always laughing, always bright
Always smiling faces and beautiful places
I could never feel alone
Not in South Carolina
The place that I call home
A palmetto tree and a gorget
That image I've come to love,
Along with those smiling faces and beautiful places
Shagging to the old beach tunes
In all of the Myrtle Beach clubs
In a place that I call home
South Carolina, my love, loyalty, and faith are with you.
I'm always in a Palmetto State of mind
There's only smiling faces and beautiful places
In that place that I call home
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